Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 487 - 429: Aimless Threads and Light Mist over the Sea + - 430: Carefree Journey_3

Chapter 487: Chapter 429: Aimless Threads and Light Mist over the Sea + Chapter 430: Carefree Journey_3

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Chapter Four Hundred Thirty: Carefree Journey

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This was not the time to be stingy with Wish Power Threads.

Zhou Ping’an glanced at his reserves, still having 1.66 million Wish Power Threads. Although he was simultaneously cultivating "Sea-Splitting Sword" and "Starlight Body Refining Technique," the consumption wasn’t too severe.

For the time being, it was sufficient.

In the modern world, there was a steady increase in Wish Power Threads.

This was their main source of income.

In the other world, as the people in the Three Counties gradually stabilized and repelled several attacks, eliminating dangers and allowing everyone to lead peaceful lives, huge amounts of Wish Power Threads were generated and flowed into Zhou Ping’an’s Sea of Consciousness.

This method of securing territories and gaining the people’s loyalty to accumulate Wish Power was subtle and implicit.

It wasn’t like the straightforward business in the modern world.

Since the territory wasn’t very large and the people’s loyalty was just beginning, the daily yield of a few thousand to ten thousand Wish Power, although it seemed like a trickle, was actually quite substantial.

And with time, as the territory expanded and people’s loyalties shifted, his gains would only increase.

Zhou Ping’an was very satisfied.

He could be more generous in his daily cultivation.

"Tonight, I’ll not sleep. Training in the woods is good for perfecting movement techniques. As dusk turns to dawn and the mist rises, it’s perfect to seize the night in one go..."

He knew he had obtained an incredible movement technique.

Zhou Ping’an skipped sleep, didn’t alert anyone, and stealthily made his way to the pine forest outside the city. He activated the Red Lotus Visualization Method and burned Wish Power Threads.

He burned twenty thousand Wish Power Threads per Shichen, forcibly comprehending this movement technique.

It took him six full Shichen, constantly in an overclocked brain state.

Until daybreak and the sun began to rise, Zhou Ping’an finally took a long breath.

He rubbed his swollen temples, relaxed, and thought about nothing for a while. When he reopened his eyes, he looked refreshed.

"I’ve finally figured out the last challenge and gained initial mastery of this movement technique. It’s indeed a bit difficult, on par with the "Sea-Splitting Sword" I derived myself, perhaps even a bit more complex."

To Zhou Ping’an, cultivating techniques was like solving problems.

Others might have sudden enlightenments, a flash of inspiration.

For him, it involved burning incredible amounts of power and his brain working in an overclocked state—akin to utilizing the power of a supercomputer, furiously calculating and analyzing.

The quality of the "hardware" depended on his cultivation, which was essentially the strength and purity of his soul.

In this respect, the physical body didn’t play a significant role.

"Hence, to comprehend quickly, cultivation is very important. No wonder True Martial Realm masters learn faster and master more sophisticated techniques than Martial Artists in the Mortal Nine Refinement Realm. The reason lies right here."

A major realm advancement represented an all-around metamorphosis of body and soul.

Especially from Mortal Martial to True Martial, the scale of this transformation is beyond the imagination.

After all, the lifespan could crazily leap from 150 to 500 years.

It was almost not the same species anymore.

How could the transformation not be vast?

Regarding Cultivation Realm, he couldn’t rush it; it required cumulative, persistent effort.

It was nothing but relying on gathering momentum and fortune to accelerate accumulation, a process that couldn’t be spared.

Though Zhou Ping’an was eager, he found no shortcuts.

He could only practice more powerful techniques to perfection, increasing his combat power as a form of enhancing his self-protection.

A breeze blew.

His figure silently merged into the air.

In the woods, there was no trace of him.

A yellow warbler flapped from afar, perched on a pine branch, chirped a few times, then stretched its wings and soared into the sky.

After a while, a squirrel swayed its head, climbed onto the branch, flicked its long tail, approached a bluish-green pine cone, sniffed it, then ignored it, curled up, and jumped, stretching out like a large bird.

And landed on another pine branch.

Zhou Ping’an, dancing beside them, watched as the small birds and animals played freely, completely oblivious to anything unusual nearby. He felt quite pleased.

"Having just gained initial mastery, and already achieving such invisibility. This movement technique is indeed powerful."

His figure flickered, and he was already out of the pine forest, not disturbing a breath of fresh air.

Sometimes he sprinted urgently on the ground, other times he soared high, freely twisting and turning, now high, now low.

Reaching the sky, clouds and mist drifted by his side, and it seemed he too became a part of them, transforming into a mist.

"Free and unfettered, coming and going as one pleases, let’s name this technique ’Carefree Journey’."

Zhou Ping’an quietly named the newly comprehended movement technique.

He felt that only such a name could do justice to this technique.

Pleasure surged in his heart as he floated over the heads of the city gate soldiers and arrived near a courtyard.

He heard the sound of fierce winds swirling.

Like the sound of ripping fabric, the rushing winds whistled by his ears.

Moved by this, he glanced at the doorplate and knew whose residence it was.

Floating over from the sky, he saw Yu Changlie bare-chested, practicing with a long spear, his Evil Qi boiling like smoke, faintly emitting the sound of a tiger’s roar.

As he moved forcefully following a specific breathing pattern, his chest and abdomen heaving, the spear movement rounded, and faintly, a stream of Evil Qi descended from the sky, seeping into his body.

In front of the spear blade, an added chill emerged.

With each thrust of the spear, Yu Changlie’s expression twisted as if he were forcefully enduring something.